greetings from Manchester
As I sit right now watching "Beverley Hills Cop 3,"a British classic, I figured I'd write to my adoring masses. Upon landing here I started getting a strange desire for Indian food, and as such I figured I'd get some for dinner.
After chatting with my cabbie, who was desi naturally, he guided me towards Akbar's. Allegedly it was one of the first trendy Indian restaurants in the city center and upon arrival the facts seemed to check out.
My adventures this evening included these noteworthy events:
- Pounds Are Heavy - After ordering a rum and coke at the bar the dude handed me a glass and said "3.60 sir." I said "3.60, are you sure you put alcohol in that. Boy that's cheap." And the guy looked at me like I was high." He gave me a blank stare. What the hell was going on?.....ah yes...3.60 pounds. That's about 8 Americano bucks. Hmph.
- Desi Star Power - I walked in and the two girls in front of me asked for a table for 2 to which the wait was allegedly an hour. I asked for a table for one and the guy said "don't worry boss, just wait for 5 minutes and we'll seat you..." The only other time that's ever worked is at Pongal in Murray Hill in the city. Non-desis get a nice 45 minute premium to their wait versus desis..
- Keep Your Asian Street Cred - After ordering butter chicken the waiter told me "Mate you're Asian, you must eat spicy food. The butter chicken ain't spicy. Here let me bring you another chicken dish"
That's why I'm the writer and you're the reader. You have to always keep your head in the game to think of funny pictures to take.
Cheerio!


5 Comments:
I've been wondering what you've been up to lately. Alwasy good to check the blog. Have fun at the game!! - ex-work spouse
i wasn't going to write until i got back but then your last comment taunted me...and so there you have it
were you living in a hotel in Deansgate?! what are you? made of money?!
Hope you enjoyed Manchester though...and when you say Akbars..are you talking about the one on Wilmslow Road. Because if you came to Manchester and didn't see Wilmslow Road aka Little India..(yeah! in your face china town!), I will have to shed a tear on your behald...
i def am not made of money. i really didn't get much of a chance to see Manchester and sadly i didn't see Little India. i figure my semi-monthly trips to edison in new jersey fulfills my desi experience quotas regularly. are you from manchester?
Yup...live in Manchester but study in down south in oxford. And often procrastinate on my work by spending time on your blog...
I might sue you if I fail.
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